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Peace at Last
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Peace at Last

 

By grace; The Father’s Truth is mine

No longer am I blind

I’ve cast aside the devil’s wine

And felt its coils unwind

 

I’ve left behind my shameful past

I’m scaling hallowed ground

Now free of that which held me fast

Each chain that had me bound

 

With angels either side of me

The eyes of God above

The One inside who keeps me free

I’m wrapped in Jesus’ love

 

What should I dread what should I fear?

What harm can yet be done

With The Holy Ghost more than near

From whom need I to run?

 

The burden of my Master’s light

His yoke I love to bear

Through these; all foes are put to flight

What need have I to care?

 

My trust is in The Rock of old

My faith’s grown firm and true

Obeying all my Saviour told

What else have I to do?

 

God took from me my heart of stone

He filled my soul with grace

It’s good to know before God’s throne

I’ll see His smiling face

 

Until that day I’m climbing still

The devil’s dye is tossed

I’m holding fast to Heaven’s will

However high the cost.....


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Submitted: Thursday, April 2, 2015

Last Updated: Thursday, April 2, 2015

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.


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